When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 727

Chapter 727

It seemed to be Ashton and Rachel.

Rachel spoke in a delicate voice. “Mr. Fuller, you didn’t have to come with me. This orchard is not thatfar away, so I’m fine being alone. It’s better if you stay with Mr. Oberick and keep him company.”

Ashton replied softly, “It’s fine. The paths are slippery so it’s not that safe for you to come alone.”

Rachel then broke out into a light smile as her eyes shone brightly, probably because Ashton’s wordshad been very warming to hear.

Feeling as though I was a third wheel, I prepared to leave.

However, Ashton suddenly called on me. “Ms. Stovall, have you finished picking the fruits?”

Stunned, I looked into my empty plastic bag and laughed. “Not yet. Aren’t you picking some with Ms.Zimmer? I don’t think Mr. Oberick needs that many, so I’ll just leave first!”

“Since you’re already here and the weather is so hot, why don’t you pick a few more back and sharethem with the rest?” said Rachel, as she deliberately moved closer to Ashton, as if she were afraid thatI would not be able to see how close they were.

I nodded and replied indifferently, “Sure, I’ll pick some then!”

As I walked around the orchard, I managed to replace a pear tree that looked rather healthy and was at theright height for me to reach.

Rachel had been following me around as if she were a ghost haunting me. When I plucked a pear andplaced it in my bag, she picked one too. She then wiped it clean for a long time before taking a bite.She scrunched up her face as she said, “It’s really sour. Who’s going to eat them if you bring it back?What a waste of these fruits!”

I just stood there as I was lost for words. Then, I looked at her and said, “Someone else will eat them. Ifit’s too sour for you, go pick your own!”

Ignoring her, I then found another tree. However, Rachel continued to shout, “These fruits seem good,Ms. Stovall. Why don’t you climb up to pick them!”

I looked to where she pointed and pressed my lips together, speechless. The tree was a few meterstall, so naturally, it got a lot of sunlight. However, it was not that simple to pluck fruits from a tree thattall.

“I can’t climb trees!” I replied, not planning to carry on the conversation any further.

“Seriously?” She looked at me with a shocked expression and continued, “Mr. Fuller told me that yougrew up in the countryside. Don’t tell me you can’t even climb such a small tree?”

However, the man in question was nowhere in sight. Frowning, I looked at her and said, “Did Ashtontell you that?”

Rachel nodded as if it was something to be expected. “Yeah, he told me so much about his past!”

I then gave her a nod and hummed in reply before ignoring her.

Seeing that I was about to leave, Rachel moved to block my way. “The fruits on this tree are definitelysweet. Why can’t you just climb up to pluck a few? You’re so selfish. Who’s going to eat all those sourfruits that you picked?”

I huffed, feeling slightly irritated, then looked at her and said, “You have hands and feet too. Why don’tyou climb up and pick them? Since you think it’s so easy, go ahead! I’m not stopping you!”

What a crazy woman!

“Scarlett, you’re… really selfish!” Rachel was so furious that she could not replace words to refute me andcould only curse at me in anger.

However, I was not in the mood to continue talking to her. I just wanted to pick some fruits and go back.

Just then, Ashton came back with a bag of fruits. He looked at us and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“You’re back, Mr. Fuller!” said Rachel, as she strutted to Ashton and continued, “Look at the pears onthis tree! They look so big and juicy even from afar. I bet they’re delicious.”

He nodded. “It’s a little tall though, so it won’t be easy to climb.”

Rachel nodded and acted pitiful as she replied, “I’d previously heard that Ms. Stovall liked to climbtrees, so I wanted her to give it a try.”

I was lost for words as I always got the feeling that the two of them seemed a little crazy.

Paying no attention to them, I was preparing to leave before Ashton looked at me and raised hiseyebrow, then said, “The pear tree in the yard at R Province is taller than this. Summer always said thatyou climbed it to pick the pears every year. Why don’t you try it!”

Damn it!

I frowned and replied, “Climb it yourself. It’s getting late so I should go back. I still have a lot of work tofinish.”

He replied with an air of leisure, “Looks like you don’t really care much about Mr. Murphy’s instructionsto cooperate with us.”

Holding my breath, I glared at both of them, unable to get a word out.

I then placed the bag down then looked up at the tree, which was about three or four meters tall. I couldnot help but exhale in annoyance.

It was not actually that difficult. In the past in R Province, John had said that since I was so small andthin, I would not crush the tree when I climbed it to pick its fruits.

From then on, he liked to trick me into picking the fruits that he could not reach, while he just stood onthe ground and waited with a basket in his hands. According to him, even if I did not pick the fruit andhad fallen, he would still be there to catch me.

Since I was lucky, I had never actually fallen from a tree since I was a kid. Then, as I grew up, itbecame rarer for me to climb trees.

During the period when I had brought Summer back to R Province, I planted a pear tree in the yard. Itgrew very tall and whenever she wanted to eat one, I would climb up and pick one for her.